Finally, he whispers in a sexy plea, “Colin.”
The sound of my name on his lips sparks a fire in my groin.
“What?” I whisper.
“What’s happening?”
“I don’t know,” I say. “But you should kiss me again.”
Declan’s gaze finds mine as if he’s searching for answers. His eyes trail down to my lips, and I swear I see desire in them.
But instead of kissing me, he just whispers, “You know, I was thinking,” he says. “About what I said last night, about my offer, and it was a joke.”
At his words, the heat inside of me withers and dies. He’s letting me down. He’s telling me that I should stop wanting this. That I should have never looked at him the way I did last night.
Then he continues. “But maybe it doesn’t have to be a joke,” he says. “Because I would. I will. I’ll do that for you. I’m not afraid of—”
My mind is a mess, confused and turned on and hopeful, so I just do what I have to in order to get his mouth back on mine.
“Declan,” I say, interrupting him. “Will you just kiss me again, please?”
He’s still hesitant for a moment as his eyes trail back up to mine, and when they meet, he gives me a gentle smirk.
Then, instead of violently crashing his mouth against mine, he leans in and takes my lips in a delicate, passionate kiss. And it’s more than the chaste pressing of skin together. He licks my bottom lip ever so gently with his tongue. My lips part, and the moment our tongues touch, sliding together in delicious delicate friction, I nearly melt to the floor.
I am assaulted by blazing-hot arousal. It strikes like lightning. The feel of his lips. The sight of his smirk. The reminder thatthis is Declan.
I let out a humiliating whimper, but it only seems to urge him on. He kisses me deeper and holds me tighter.
My grip on his shirt relaxes and my hands glide softly along his rib cage toward his back. Once I’ve met his shoulders, I move my fingers to the front, cascading over his chest, brushing against his nipples and then up to his neck. I wind my arms around him so I can pull him closer.
He deepens the kiss, nibbling on my lips, licking his way into my mouth, groaning as he does. His body is pressed against mine now and I try to memorize every rigid plane, every small detail, every ridge, the way his pulse feels, and the way his kiss tastes.
It’s a dream I don’t want to wake up from.
When something hard brushes against my hips, my body delights in excitement. He’s hard. He’s hardfor me.
As Declan kisses me, I open my eyes, watching him as he devours my mouth, and I realize that he’s not doing this for me. He’s not kissing me because I asked him to. His eyes are closed, and he’s lost in the passion of it. He’s doing this because hewantsto, because he feels what I feel.
I let out a groan as I pull him closer, wrapping my arms tighter around his neck and letting him devour every inch of my lips and my tongue and my face. I could stand here and let him kiss me for days—foryears.
But all too soon, we hear the stomp of feet outside and we tense. No matter how dreamlike this kiss is, it won’t protect us from the reality that waits for us outside those doors.
Declan pulls away, seemingly breathless and caught up in the moment as he glances toward the exit. He puts his body between me and the door, blocking me from the threat, and it makes my heart soar even more. We wait tensely, praying that no one follows us, that no one finds us here like this, that we can just be alone and beus. That’s all I want.
But after a few moments, when it seems safe and like we truly are alone, Declan moves out of my reach. He turns away, staringat the pool and rubbing at the back of his neck—then shifting himself a little in his pants.
I’m still hanging on to that kiss as if I’m suspended over a cliff and it’s all that’s keeping me alive. I’m reeling in disbelief. That really just happened.
I want more. I want everything. I’d give him my body right now if he asked for it. He could do anything he wants to me. He has to know that.
He just offered, didn’t he? He said that I could have his body if I wanted it. But did he mean it? Even after that kiss, I don’t want to be a pity fuck to Declan. Does he want it, truly?
The only sound in the room is our heavy breaths as we wait for this moment to return to normal. To my utter shock, Declan reaches behind himself to grab his shirt and yanks it clean off of his body. My jaw drops.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“What do you think?” he replies.
